by Seishuku Skuld (skuldhotohori@yahoo.com)

Series: The Matrix

Pairing: Twin 1/Twin 2

Warnings: Twincest, heavy lime

Archive: Please contact me first.

Author’s Notes: My first steps into Matrix fanfiction…not much is known about the twins.I’ve rewatched their scenes over and over again (I love BitTorrent) and they have so few lines.Personality wise, what can I safely infer?Probably nothing.^_^This should be fun.I’m making stuff up as I go along.Whee!

Comments, criticisms greatly appreciated. ^_^

Perfect

It’s night in the Matrix, the ever-so complex world into which we fled so many years ago; a place not wholly unlike the realm from which we were born.From the window of the bedchamber which serves as our place of ‘privacy,’ I can see the code running through the moon.It falls ever downward in my vision, obscuring the light of the crescent in its eerie green glow; numbers, letters, granddaughters twice removed of an ancient language, an invisible world erected to imprison millions of philosophies, axioms, doctrine, convictions… taming imaginations that once ran wild.I smile, moving my eyes from the code and into the ghostly dimension of my manifestation.

I smile, and see my reflection grin back at me.He stands a few meters behind me in this realm, though in the world underlying this, we are always linked together.

There are no words I have to say which can describe the perfection of the scenery outside our room.Coded clouds drift by the coded moon, as coded wind and coded temperature cools, sending coded goosebumps prickling on our coded skin.The world I see is made of the very perfect essence we find in ourselves.We are indestructible.

We are inseparable.

Then there stands a sudden moment of tension, a wonderful moment of pregnant silence in which we turn our eyes to each other in scrutiny.The quiet lies between us - itself an artificial expanse of code - joining us together, wrapping us in scented tendrils of a fragrance so intoxicating I can’t but help take a step backward.

I close my eyes, fading out of the manifestation of the Matrix once more and into its deeper world, a world where language – simple, pure, and true - controls our being and gives us our essence, our meaning and our purpose.I see him from here, almost an exact copy of me.There are only a few places where we differ.Where there exists a void in me, he fills it; and likewise I complement him.We were created for the same purpose, born of the same mind, made to be two beings of the same form, striving for the same thing, ever seeking completion.

It’s a quiet night, full of whispers and soft noises, but we pay them no heed.We quickly close the distance between us, our eyes echoing the thoughts of necessity that not be spoken between us.He backs towards the bed, and I follow obediently, answering his call.

“Nice night,” he murmurs, and he first brings his hands to my shoulders.He has a smirk on his face as he slides his hands beneath the fabric, disassembling the fiber of my clothes layer by layer.The metallic cloth slides to the floor in pools, falling from my skin.

“Yes, it is,” I reply evenly, my fingers deftly flicking at the knot in his tie.

This is an exercise we have performed many times, a routine operation of maintenance, a small bit of upkeep, a diversion to satisfy the siren song of desire.His raiment too falls upon the floor, and we stare at each other unimpeded, without confines or boundaries between us.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, taking me by the hand and pulling me to the bed, wrapping his arms around me, securing me tightly to him.

I take a moment aside to admire the image of his flesh, pale as the moon outside our window and smooth as the icy kiss of its silvery light.I run my fingers along the planes of his chest, perfectly constructed to resemble that of a human, down to the muscles and the blood vessels beneath the burgeoning hairs growing from the cells of the epidermis.I trace my hands gently along the skin, the caress of a passing butterfly; I bend down and press my lips to it, reveling in its faultless finish.

I spend minutes with his body, examining him over, my hands wandering to his shoulders, his back, the supple legs, before returning to my final resting place.He pulls me up, a firm grip on my arms, and presses his lips to mine.Thus it is always, the initiating sequence, a function to catalyze yet another deeper, longer function.

His tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, caressing the bottom of my lip playfully.I moan softly, an involuntary sound, and open to invite him inside.Our breath turns heavy as our bodies crush closer, flushing with excitement.Small gasps escape us as we work ourselves into a frenzy as in the plane below us, our code merges, integrates and regenerates.

“Need you,” he whispers, hissing in my ear, one hand gripping my hair tightly to press me closer.I nod slowly, aware of the painful compulsion to enter his body as our code collides and mixes.At these times, it is hard to keep us separated, whether in the world of the Matrix or the processes that run under it.

“Need you too,” I hiss back, seeking the point of entry, throwing open the gates to the core of his quintessence in a mad struggle to meld completely with my complement.  

Then the rhythm begins like the low beat of a drum, like the steady pounding of our hearts, an urgency to keep ourselves fused, somehow to maintain that quintessential link, yet strive also for something more complete and fulfilling.It is the music to the raveling and unraveling of a tapestry, the threads coming undone one by one, pulled out of the frame with agonizing slowness.We kiss again, pressing as close to each other as we can, our physical forms in the Matrix wavering between the two planes for many long seconds as our code rebuilds itself using bits and pieces from both of us.It is the slow work of needle and thread, a simple thrusting of ins and outs, and thousands and thousands of commands lined upon commands align themselves like the orderly bricks of a concrete building, not one block misplaced or tarnished by mistake.

The rejuvenation begins faster and faster, the completion of a puzzle as pieces are seized and placed in their proper places.We too move quickly, skin against skin, sweat intermixing with sweat, slipping and sliding against one another as our separate code beings to coalescence from the entity that is formed by our joining.

The final bit is put in place, a last seal on our constitution, and we both cry out simultaneously, remade and whole once more, our bodies tensing with the thrilling sensation of rebirth, recreation, a virtual renaissance in each other’s arms.

When the moment is over, we lie together, reluctant to part in any way, our physical limbs still intertwined.There is a bit of laziness there as well, the unwillingness to rouse ourselves or move in any fashion that may separate us, for the night is still, and though the air is chill, the heat from our bodies is more than enough to keep us warm.

“That was exquisite.”

“Yes, that was perfect.”

~*The End*~

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